Vanessa and Holly arrive

Back home Frank showered and changed, smiling at the morning's entertainment. Finished, he took a Viagra, fortifying himself for the afternoon. He thought about the ripe Vanessa, and wondered what her friend Holly was like, and how she'd react to the ****.

He dressed in loose casual clothes and settled down to wait, letting his mind drift.

This cul de sac was full of prey. Upscale, self assured prey. No match for the kind of predator he was. His cock gave a twitch at the thought, and he looked forward to violating every last cunt on the street that was worth fucking.

He was smiling quietly at the possibilities, when his doorbell rang.

"Hi Frank!" Vanessa said with a smile as he opened the door. "This is my friend Holly! We've brought you some housewarming gifts."

The two women held up bottles of wine and Holly, a striking brunette, carried a box from a bakery.

"Well! Isn't this pleasant!" Frank smiled as he pushed the door open and gestured the young wives in. "Come on in and let's get acquainted."